Date: Sun, 19 Dec 1999 18:05:27 +1030
From: R Coxwell
Subject: Baby Brother 3
The following story contains depictions of unsafe sex acts. That's only
because this ain't real-life; this story is to make you get your rocks off.
In real life, PLEASE WEAR CONDOMS, BE SAFE, BE SMART! This story also
contains graphic depictions of sex between brothers. If this turns you on,
start beatin' that meat! If you find this offensive, I'm not forcing you
to read it.
PLEASE give me your feedback at RCoxwell@sacbeemail.com - I wanna know if
it got you off! Also, what would YOU like to see happen to Sean and/or his
brother in the next installments? Part of my joy in this is in knowing I'm
helping other horny guys get off, so I want to know how to help you do that
- and I want to know I've succeeded. I get off on YOU getting off! :)
Thanks to all the great feedback and ideas you've given me so far - Cliff,
Angel, thanks for your suggestions - I think you'll enjoy how they got
worked in here. To everyone else, thanks for the encouragement and for
describing how much you enjoyed. Good wanking.
Please be advised that all rights for the Baby Brother series are reserved
to me. I provide it for your lustful enjoyment.
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BABY BROTHER - CHAPTER 3
I had just finished totally degrading my twinky little baby brother. I let
him seduce me, I fucked his face, I came in his mouth, I fucked his tight
baby-brother asshole, I came all over his face and hard little body. Now
he lay on the floor before me, jeans around his ankles, practically
drowning in cum. Did I feel guilty? No, I wished I had enough energy to
fuck him again! It was the hottest sex I'd ever had.
After we were done we showered off and scrubbed down good - Sean was barely
able to stand, his legs were so wobbly - and instead of sleeping in his
room he slept with me in my big bed. I held him and he almost instantly
fell asleep in my arms. Soon he was asleep. His body felt so warm and soft
against my own, and in sleep his fresh-scrubbed pretty face was like a good
child's on Christmas Eve. I listened to traffic groan by on Ventura
Boulevard outside, watching the sun slowly sink. It didn't take long for
me to doze off too, especially after all that hard fucking.
But before I did I remembered the guilty way I used to fantasize about my
little brother before, while we were growing up. I probably should fess up
- I used to do a lot more than just get turned on thinking about him. He
sent me a picture once of him in a football uniform from when he was a
backup player for the junior varsity squad. It was so hot, his tight
little 15-year-old body all bulked up in pads, under a flimsy scarlet-red
jersey and skintight white-satin pants, his cute face beaming under a mop
of reddish-blond hair. I'd lie in bed at night in my underwear, feeling my
cock harden and strain to burst through the confines of my jockey shorts,
knowing that soon a spot of oozing, sticky, steaming wetness would begin to
spread right where my cockhead pushed against the fabric. Then it'd be
time to whack off like any good teenage boy should. Deep down, I wanted
that gorgeous twink right there in my room, wearing that sexy red jersey, a
pair of cleats, and nothing else. I wanted him to smile as he straddled me
on the bed and fed me his hard dripping jock-cock. I wanted him to fuck my
face, leaking precum in my mouth as I wrapped my lips around his organ
... feeding it to me, thrusting it in my willing mouth. I wanted him to
stop at the point of no return and slowly grease up his hot ass, cramming
gobs of Vaseline up his tight virgin fuckchute; then slowly lower himself
on me, gasping silently and rolling his eyes as inch after inch of my own
hard teenage cock penetrated him and impaled his virgin ass. I wanted him
to ride me like an animal, bucking and hollering as I thrust up into him
from below, ramming him harder and harder until I shot my load inside his
boy-pussy and he exploded over me, coating me from mouth to belly.
But I felt too guilty about it to really vividly fantasize fucking my own
brother. So I had a fantasy to whack off to that I rationalized as being
OK, because it didn't involve me fucking him. I'd imagine him in a
lockerroom, surrounded by other, bigger football players. The varsity. A
dozen hard young teenage muscle-studs, full of attitude and hormones. As
soon as I started fantasizing, my dick immediately got hard. Sean in a
jersey and cleats, a jockstrap. Trying to escape, being shoved to the
floor in the middle of their circle - shoved to his knees. One of the
other boys - I'd usually imagine the first to be a slim good-looking black
kid - pulling his cock from his jockstrap and shoving it in Sean's face,
slapping his face with it while two other boys held his shoulders down.
Sean forced to suck that long, sweaty black cock, feeling it push hard
against his tonsils, over and over, gagging him until tears ran down his
face. By this time I couldn't help myself, I'd be jerking off in a hand
slick with baby oil and precum, jerking it slow, enjoying the nice
sensation of my own hand as I imagined Sean, his eyes watering and scared,
sucking for all he was worth on that long dick. I'd imagine them bending
him over, straddling him over the bench, as those fantasy teammates began
whipping out their own boycocks, jerking each other off, even sucking each
other. A big blond (since this was Chicago, probably a nice, husky, muscled
Polish boy), stripping to his pads, getting behind Sean. The big blond
sticking his dripping cock in Sean's crack and ramming it in him without
warning to make him squeal in pain, throwing a good hard fuck into his
tender ass, grabbing his tight rosy asscheeks and keeping them pried apart
while his inhumanly huge cock violated him. Two other boys, slender
muscled pretty jocks, "forcing" Sean to take one of their cocks in each
hand, jerking them off while other cocks filled his mouth and ass. I could
hear the blond say, "Oh yeah, kid, take it ... take my cock ... just take
it ... feel me fuck your hot little ass ...." (In short, exactly the
dialogue you'd expect from a porn flick or a hot fantasy.) Grunting and
thrusting, grunting and thrusting, looking into the eyes of the boy fucking
Sean's face, until with a double yell he and the black boy both pulled out
and hollering their lungs out began to spray Sean's face and ass and back
with huge never-ending loads of cum. Then all the other hot teen jocks,
starting with the ones Sean was jacking off, spraying him from head to toe
in their juices.
That was usually enough to make me cum. I'd feel the explosive rush
throughout my body, then every nerve on fire as I shot my load all over my
chest. I loved to do that. I loved to unload a nutsac full of cum and see
how far it would shoot and how much. I used to love my orgasms after a few
days without one ... big, powerful orgasms that would send streak after
streak of thick white cream over my belly, my chest, all the way to my
nipples, once all the way onto my face and my pillow. I'd be quivering
once it was over, and lie there in total satisfaction, feeling cum run off
my chest down my ribs onto my sweaty sheets. Talk about paradise!
When I woke up the digital clock read 6:43. We'd napped for a few hours.
The sun was almost down now, almost below the endless sprawl of palm trees
and fast-food joints and movie-studio compounds outside my window. Sean
and I were spooning together, he nestled cozily into me. My bare cock was
rubbing against his naked asscheeks, but I was maybe half-erect; my cock
needed a rest. On the other hand ...
I pulled aside the covers, exposing us both. Sean whimpered a little and
reached for sheets that weren't there anymore, then snuggled back into me.
I gently - VERY gently - laid him on his back. His soft, fat little cock
flopped back on his belly. He whimpered again.
I leaned over his waist and took his soft, sleeping cock in my mouth. This
time, from the depths of sleep, Sean groaned from deep inside his throat as
his body felt those lovely sensations run through his groin. His cock
tasted so good, still gamy despite the shower we'd taken together. It
wasn't long - it might've been even a little shorter than average - but it
was very thick when erect, like a fat kielbasa sausage, with a sleek
torpedo head.
My little brother's cock swelled in my mouth, and soon it was fully hard.
It tasted sweaty and spermy - just how I liked it. His groans of pleasure
were such a turn-on. I was able to swallow him whole, his fat spicy little
sausage straining the corners of my mouth. But not gagging me. That was
nice. Up and down I went on his shaft, sucking it, pleasuring it. It was
so fat it really did stretch my mouth. My spit, mingled with his recharged
supply of precum, leaked from my lips and ran down his cock. I got off it
and licked it, round and round his fat shaft, licking the head, taking that
back in my mouth to lick and suck. It pulsed, leaking its tasty juices for
my enjoyment.
And then there were his balls. I ran my tongue over them, thankfully big
and low-hanging just like his big brother's. They were red like fresh
strawberries and almost hairless. Better, they were also still deliciously
ripe, the aftertaste of sex still clinging to them. I licked them, loving
the taste of his boyish sweat in my mouth. I licked them to their base and
went to work on his hard chode, the delicious area between his cock and
balls that was even gamier than his nuts. I could still taste the good
ass-fucking I'd given him just a few hours ago on him. In his sleep he
gasped. His hairy little hole puckered before my eyes. It couldn't've
been easy. It was red and distended and obviously well-fucked. I'd done a
good job on it! I spread his cheeks apart a bit more and covered his hole
with my mouth, loving it with my wet lips. I could taste traces of my own
cum, the thick loads I'd pumped inside his hole. Sean was somewhere between
sleep and consciousness, and heaven, the way he moaned in obvious joy.
"Mmmmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmmmm ... ohhhhh yeahhhhhh ....,
"Ohhhhhhhhh Ceedee ...." Well, THAT was interesting. He'd never mentioned
any lingering fantasies about Cedric, his big black former "business
associate"; just one mighty ass-fucking during a long-ago haze of coke and
lust. I filed it away for later; I had an asshole to eat out - a brother's
incestuous, cock-craving hole.
Which is why I stopped right then and there. I knew how badly his
semi-conscious body wanted it, how much his every nerve wanted to come in
magnificent torrents of wet juices that would rain down all over him and
everywhere else. I raised myself up and looked down at my sleeping little
brother, his hard cock dripping, his body sweating, his face a mask of
wet-dream lust.
I lay my head between his thighs, breathing deeply of his sweaty sexiness
still traced with a bit of the soap from our shower a few hours ago. I
began kissing, licking, caressing the insides of his fleshy little thighs,
feeling the downy reddish hairs tickle my facial stubble. He stopped
quivering and his breathing slowed, although I could tell his body was
still turned on. I kissed and stroked my way down his legs, gently
massaging and stroking his hard runner's calves, kissing the backs of his
knees, his tapered ankles, his feet. His tiny size-7 feet. For all his
rough experiences, Sean had always swaddled his feet in top-of-the-line
sneakers, and they were soft as a baby's. I stroked his arches, kissed his
heels. He sighed deeply. I ran my lips across the tops of his clean,
perfect little feet, feeling a light tremor pass through him, while my
hands stroked his ankles and heels. I gingerly licked at his baby toes,
sucked a bit on them, lapped at the balls of his feet. I knew that
whatever his dreams, my little brother was loving what I was doing to him
right now. And that turned me on even more. As did the sight of his
perfect little ass framed by his spread legs I knelt between, as I played
with his feet. Which reminded me I had a hot hole that needed some
brotherly love.
I pushed up his thighs until my shoulders were under them and his ass
arched upward, the better to eat it. I descended like a starved vulture on
his flesh, tonguing his still wide-open little hole. I worked at it,
worried it further open with my probing, curled tongue, thrusting at it
with gusto and force. As stretched-out as it was from the fucking I'd
given it just hours ago, I was soon able to actually work the tip of my
tongue inside his ass, something I'd never been able to do before while
giving another guy a rimjob. I tasted my own juices inside him, the juices
I'd filled him with. I'd expected his insides to taste like shit, but he
was just hot and wet and so soft, like pulsing velvet, and clean except for
the cum I'd filled him with.
His wordless moans reached new heights. I could feel his legs dripping
cold sweat onto my back; his muscles were quivering in spasms. I stroked
the backs of his thighs with my long graceful hands. My tongue worked
round and round inside his steamy hole as my lips caressed his chode, his
asscheeks. His sphincter muscles were actually trying to bite down on my
tongue the way they'd bit down on my driving cock. I'd give it something
to bite down on. I slid my finger inside him, hooking it upward in search
of his prostate, finding it and massaging it urgently as I felt the
pressure build inside his tender young body. My mouth went back to his
chode to work it from outside while my finger pushed his button from
within.
With a yelping cry he came, quaking and arching his back. I took hold of
his cock with my free hand while I fingered and tongued him, punching all
his buttons at once. He shot his load in great arcing bursts. I raised my
head to watch his cumming as I licked his chode. Long ropes of sperm shot
from his fat little cock and landed on his built chest and soft belly and
my clean sheets. I could literally feel the orgasm wash through him and
over me, around me, under me. A burst from his cock shot straight up and
landed on my cheek, hot and thick. It sent a warm tingle through me.
Finally his orgasm quivered to an end. He lay there, covered in his own
sperm. My baby brother was soiled, degraded again. And I'd done it to
him.
Now his eyes opened. Coming his brains out woke him up, I guess. His face
scrunched a bit, then he realized where he was and - feeling my finger
inside him and my hand wrapped around his cock - what I'd done. He smiled
happily.
"I thought I was dreamin'...."
"I know." I ran my lips over his cock again, sucking it clean, rubbing it
in the cum that had shot onto my cheek, then sucking it clean again.
"Wow ... thanks, bro."
"Oh, Sean, you don't need to thank me. I get off making you get off. You
know what a turn-on it is to see you shoot a load of cum all over yourself?
That I made you shoot? This is all the turn-on I need," I said, licking
the last pearl of cum off his cockhead.
"Did you get off?" he asked.
"Well ..." I could feel the familiar ache in my nuts that meant I hadn't.
"Come on," he told me, "get behind me." He rolled onto his side, making
the jism he'd shot all over himself run down his chest and ribs onto the
sheets. He raised one leg in the air, supporting it with his free hand.
With his other hand he reached between his legs and used his fingers to
spread himself open for me. I got a firm grip on his leg to keep it raised
and aimed my cock into his willing crack. We were spooning again, just
like we were when I'd woken up, except that now I was guiding my hard,
dripping cock into my little brother's opened-up, wet, well-fucked asshole.
I got inside him so easily. He barely even flinched when I entered him,
just sighed deep and happily. I wrapped my other arm underneath him and
around his cum-sprayed chest to pull him tighter to me as I thrust deep
inside him. This time I was determined to try to show my baby brother the
tenderness and love I felt for him, not just raw lust. I still thrust into
his tender ass in deep, forceful strokes, but not as hard. I kissed and
tongued the back of his muscular neck; I let my mouth find his and share
long, deep soul kisses, our tongues dueling playfully as my cock sparred
with his assmuscles. Every time I thrust inside him I could feel/hear him
cry out from deep in his throat, a cry we muffled with our long kisses. I
stroked his chest and tweaked his nipples with one hand while my other, the
one helping him hold up his leg for my cock, ran back and forth along his
thigh, his buffed-out calf, his beautiful geisha feet. Even as his asshole
squeezed on my thrusting cock I felt him relax in my arms. And loose as
they were when I stuck it in him again, his sphincter muscles had become
expert at satisfying my cock. They squeezed and massaged my organ so
perfectly, bringing me higher and higher as I fucked him. Soon, despite
myself, I was fucking him in rougher, deeper strokes, grunting as I rammed
his baby-brother teenage asshole. Finally I felt myself about to cum and
gave him one more savage push up into him. "Ohhhhh yeah, man ... ohhhh
yeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh ... give it to me," he breathed. I was completely
buried inside him when release came, shooting my loads deep inside him. I
could actually feel my cum shooting out of me hard and splattering inside
his guts. At the same moment, his assmuscles locked around me and I
watched his seed shoot across the sheet in long, liquid bursts.
We were both exhausted again and we lay like that for a couple minutes, me
holding him with my cock still inside him, him cuddling into me, just
panting and catching our breaths. Finally, still hard, I pulled out of
him. My cum flowed out of his now-fully stretched, unplugged ass, down one
perfect bubble-butt cheek. We both sighed in satisfaction. We fell asleep
that way, covered and lying in our own juices and not caring, loving each
other as brothers, fuck buddies, lovers.
TO BE CONTINUED